Book 1: Chapter 21: ‘The Talk’

Book 1: Chapter 21: ‘The Talk’

Scarlet

Wait. Maybe I can stall this conversation after all?

Um, could we wait for my injuries to- I begin, only for him to cut me off without a shred of care. No.

So much for that.

And I cant call Belle for help because all thatd do would make them team up on me instead of only dealing with him.

Also, speaking of Belle, I think my phones ringing.

Too bad I cant take it out right now, what with my arm having a hole in it. Albeit a small one now that its healed for who knows how long.

What the hell were you thinking, Scarlet!? he shouts, his voice echoing through the room and the room next to it, startling the workers that I had saved in the process. You couldve gotten yourself killed! You know that, right?!

I let out a sigh.

Yeah, but its not like youre any different, I tell him with an eyebrow raised. Youre a Guardian after all. And now I am too. Sort of. Not to mention that being a Guardian will be a much better job for me than trying and failing at finding a Tier 1 university thatll take in an orphan.

He actually winces at that.

That doesnt change the fact that you put yourself in danger needlessly, he pushes on. You didnt have to fight that demon knight. You couldve just left and stayed safe. But nope. You had to go in, fighting a demon knight just hours after awakening as a Guardian yourself. Maybe not even that long, depending on when you were contracted during all this.

It was at the start of the Fracture, I whisper, making him raise a brow.

I take the hint and stop talking.

The phone stops ringing after I fail to pick it up.

Out of nowhere, a blue light shines from said arm, making me look to see that he has some sort of machine floating next to it. Then I watch as the remainder of the wound closes up.

Nice, I say, a grin forming on my face as he lets go and stands up straight again.

He chuckles at that.

I stand up as well, discreetly motioning for him to look at the hall, which is where are little popcorn gallery has gathered. He then raises a hand and flips it, making several nanomachines shut the door in front of our viewers.

There we go, he says before turning back to me and asking, so wheres your fae?

I frown at the question.

Thats a good question, I answer. The bastard vanished the moment he noticed you coming.

Allens eyebrows rise at that, and he glances towards a corner where some sort of fluffy panda appears floating in the air.

Okay, just why is it that all of you fae have to appear in the form of cute animals on Earth? I cant help but ask, making the panda blink in surprise. Even Allen looks surprised for a second before he bursts out into laughter.

The panda glances between me and Allen for a few seconds and only answers after realizing that Im actually serious, Tis because a cute animal would look more trustworthy for someone in a dangerous situation.

I blink in confusion as I hear its voice.

Um. Why is its voice so different from Tars?

Tars has always had this ethereal intensity. Like every word he says has major importance or something.

But this fae just has a regular voice. Like a human. In the form of a cute panda.

Okay, that makes sense, I answer, getting over the difference in voice. But I still dont know where Tar went.

They both look surprised at hearing the name Tar for some reason.